Zoe’s POV
Pain shadowed me. By dawn, my body was nothing but bruises and weary limbs. The servant quarters were already vacant when I forced myself upright, every inch of me aching from the previous day’s abuse. The Nightfang Pack had no notion of rest. And for a stray like me, mercy was non-existent. I stumbled to the kitchen, my head swimming, my stomach empty. I hadn’t eaten properly for days. Even the Omegas those ranked below the warriors refused to acknowledge my presence,like I was a pig actually. I was invisible to them all. And they intended to keep it that way. The morning was unforgiving. Sienna ensured I received the worst tasks scrubbing floors until my fingers bled, carrying heavy sacks that made my bruised ribs scream in protest, fetching water repeatedly as if she relished seeing my struggle. Then came breakfast. The Omegas gathered around a long wooden table, plates piled high, their laughter ringing in the warm kitchen. The aroma of fresh bread and roasted meat made my stomach turned painfully. I lingered at the doorway, waiting, fully aware I shouldn’t step forward. Sienna spotted me immediately. “Oh, look,” she sneered, turning in her seat. “The stray thinks she’s one of us.” Laughter erupted. I kept silent, my gaze lowered. “Are you hungry, Zoe?” Sienna asked sweetly. My throat tightened, but I managed a nod. She filled a plate with food fresh meat, bread, and fruits. My stomach tightened painfully at the sight. Then, in an instant, she poured it on the floor. The food hit the ground, scattered and ruined. Gasps of feigned astonishment filled the room. “Oh no,” Sienna feigned concern. “Such a shame. But I guess a stray like you is used to eating off the ground, right?” More laughter followed. My hands curled into fists, but I forced myself to remain calm. Reacting would only compile their cruelty. Sienna nudged the spilled food with her foot, grinning. “Go on, eat.” I refused to budge. That was a mistake. In the next instant, Sienna grabbed a cup of scalding tea and threw it over me. A sharp, burning sensation spread across my body, my shoulders, my skin. I stifled a cry, my entire body shaking as the liquid fried me. Laughter turned vicious and homouros. “Oops,” Sienna said with faux innocence. “You should’ve been quicker stupid idiot.” I stood there, fists clenched, breathing heavily. I wouldn’t break. Not here. Not in front of them. *** The day dragged on like a weight. My head pounded, my skin still stinging from the burn, and my muscles struggled to keep up with the relentless labor. Then, just as I thought I had endured the worst, it was time for the fighting pits again. I was thrust into the training ring again, my body already at the brink of collapse. The warriors gathered around, eager for the spectacle. Sienna stepped forward, rolling her shoulders, her smirk sharp. “Let’s see if the stray has learned anything,” she said, cracking her knuckles. I barely had time to prepare before she struck me, a deadly struck. The first blow sent me rolling to the floor. The second landed harder a kick to my stomach that robbed me of breath. I curled into myself, gasping, but I refused to cry out. Sienna laughed. “Pathetic.” Another hit, another intense burst of pain that shoved me. This wasn’t a fight this was slaughter. The crowd erupted in roars, some encouraging, others jeering. Then I heard him. Damon. “Enough.” His voice sliced through the chaos, commanding and sharp. The warriors fell silent at once. I strained to lift my head, barely able to focus as he stepped closer, his golden eyes locked onto mine. He appeared… displeased. Not furious. Not impressed. Just… observing. Studying me. “You’re weak,” he declared, as if it were an undeniable truth. “Weak wolves don’t belong here,not ever.” His words hurt more than the physical blows. Sienna smirked beside him. “I agree, Alpha. Do you want us to dispose of her?” The atmosphere shifted. Damon’s gaze remained fixed on mine. “Not yet,” he murmured. “Let’s see if she can survive another day.” With that, he turned and strode away. The warriors laughed, but I no longer paid them any mind. Because for the first time since my arrival, I recognized something chilling. Damon wasn’t halting the torment. He was testing me. **** Pain had become a permanent companion. A persistent, dull ache settled deep within my bones. The Nightfang Pack was intent on destroying me, and I was barely keeping it together. Following the brutal encounter with Sienna, I felt as if my body had been shattered and destroyed accordingly. Breathing was a challenge, movement was painful, and the searing burn of the hot tea still lingered, mingling with the bruises and cuts covering me. I should have long lost consciousness. But they wouldn’t allow it. Instead, I was pulled from the training pit and thrust into the next task without a moment of of rest. The warriors showed no hesitation in their amusement as they piled on the impossible workload. “Since you’re bursting with energy, stray,” one laughed while tossing a bucket my way, “clean the entire training area. Every inch. By sunset.” I clenched my teeth, gripping the bucket with trembling and shaking hands. The training ground was vast, big, soaked with blood from earlier battles, the air thick with the scent of sweat and iron. It was an unachievable task. And they were fully aware of it. I toiled in silence, my hands becoming raw as I scrubbed stubborn stains from the ground. The sun blazed down, making sweat sting my injuries, yet I refused to stop. Time dragged on. The stains remained steadfast. The warriors continued their taunts and disgrace. Suddenly, a boot kicked my bucket over, splashing murky water all over me. I froze. Laughter rang out around me. Sienna stood above me, arms crossed, a sickly sweet smile spreading across her face. “Oops,” she mocked. “Looks like you’ll have to start over.” The warriors surrounding her laughed even harder. My fists balled. I ached to fight back. I wanted to tear them to shreds. But I couldn’t. Not yet. So instead, I lowered my gaze, clenched my teeth, and forced myself to lift the bucket again. Sienna’s eyes sparkled with triumph. “That’s right, Omega. Know your place.” With a final smirk, she turned and walked away. I inhaled sharply, my nails digging into my palms. This was far from over. As night came, exhaustion threatened to consume me. My body begged for rest, but it was nowhere to be found. The greatest humiliation of the day came when the warriors feasted. While they indulged, I was left to clean up after them one by one. The aroma of roasted meat, fresh bread, and ripe fruit filled the air, twisting my already hungry stomach in knots. My head felt dizzy, my vision blurred. Then A piece of bread hit me square in the face. Laughter erupted. “Eat it, stray,” one of the warriors taunted. Another chunk landed on my shoulder, quickly followed by more. They were pelting me with food. Mocking me. I stood there, paralyzed in embarrassment, my fists trembling at my sides. I wanted to scream. I wanted to lash out at them. But I held my ground. If I reacted, they would win. “Enough.” The deep, authoritative voice rapidly quieted the room. Damon. He stood at the entrance, his golden eyes narrowing as they assessed me. There was no anger on his face, no surprise. Just indifference, something unreadable. “Stop wasting food,” he said dismissively, turning away. “It’s pathetic.” The warriors immediately ceased their actions. But the harm was already done. Damon hadn’t intervened for me. He hadn’t even looked my way. I was invisible to him. The realization stung,I was really sad. That night, sleep was unattainable, unachievable. My stomach was empty, my body ached, and my thoughts revolted. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more Rough hands dragged me from my bed. I was brought forward, the cold night air striking my skin as I stumbled into the darkness. I was surrounded. Sienna. The warriors. And this time, they were dead serious. “Since you seem so intent on surviving,” Sienna said sweetly, stepping closer, “let’s see how long you can last in the wild.” Panic surged through me. No. Not this. Before I could react, hands pushed me towards the gates. The pack’s borders. The territory where rogues roamed. Where death loomed near. The guards opened the gates. Sienna leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. “Run, stray,” she whispered. “Run fast.” Then she kicked me forward, And I plunged into the darkness of the forest…..I stumbled forward, my legs shaking as the forest covered me. The Nightfang Pack had expelled me, Sienna’s mocking laughter echoing in my ears as the gates slammed shut behind me. My body protested every cut, bruise, and aching muscle begged me to stop,begged me to rest,but how would I rest when I'm in danger. But I couldn’t. Not here. Not now. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and an undeniable danger. My chest heaved as I struggled to breathe, my blood-soaked clothes clinging to my skin like a second layer of despair.The darkness surrounded me, oppressive and alive. Then I heard a low snarl breaking the stillness. My heart raced. I turned, eyes wide, scanning the shadows. More growls joined the first, growing louder and closer. Shapes flitted between the trees, thin and sharp, like skeletal figures cloaked in fur. Rogues. These weren’t the organized foes I had faced before, but feral ones wild, starving, with eyes glowing madly that twisted my stomach with something un
I trembled in the pit, mud smeared across my skin, the chill sinking into my bones. The scratch on my cheek burned, blood dripping into the muck below, but that was nothing compared to the agony in my leg. The venom from the rogue's bite throbbed through me, fiery and brutal, making my entire body shake. Above me, Kain loomed like a twisted monarch, his scarred visage illuminated by the flickering flames. His threat echoed in my mind "Serve me, or I’ll let them have you." The rotting meat he’d discarded lay beside me, its stench turning my stomach. I longed to scream, to fight my way out, but I was barely able to move.His rogues circled the pit, their eyes sparkling with hunger. I glared up at Kain, my chest rising and falling heavily. "I’d rather die," I spat, my voice hoarse but unwavering. Each word sent pain tearing through me, but I refused to submit. Not now. Not ever.Kain let out a low, cruel laugh that sliced through the night. "A defiant little thing, aren’t you?" he said,
The camp descended into chaos as arrows shot through the air, taking down rogues effortlessly. I was on the altar, my wrists bleeding from thorny vines, and my head spun from Kain's potion. His blood dripped from the arrow lodged in his shoulder, warm and sticky, while his furious voice reverberated in my mind “You’re mine now!” But he had no chance to assert his claim. Shadows rushed from the trees, swift and deadly, their blades glinting in the firelight. Nightfang scouts. I recognized their precise, disciplined movements even with my mind clouded.Kain snarled and yanked the arrow from his shoulder, but the scouts were already upon him. I rolled off the altar, hitting the wet ground hard, mud splattering into my wounds. Pain coursed through me, but I crawled away, panicked. A rogue lunged at me, claws outstretched, only to be struck down by an arrow to the throat. He collapsed beside me, convulsing, and I scrambled back, heart racing. The scouts were not here to save me they were h
As the wolf’s howl diminished, Damon’s voice sliced through the pandemonium. “Stand down!” he commanded, causing the attacking beast to halt, snarling yet compliant. I pressed my hands against the wound in my chest, blood slipping through my fingers where Sienna had clawed me. Kade retreated with his sword still drawn, while Sienna shot a furious glare my way. Damon’s cold golden gaze locked onto me. “She’s mine,” he declared with finality. “Take her.”Before I could argue, Kade seized my chains and yanked me upright. My legs trembled, the venom still seething in my veins, but he was indifferent. He dragged me toward the packhouse, Sienna stalking closely behind, her claws clicking on the ground. The outpost flashed by towers, torches, wolves watching us and soon we descended a stone staircase into the depths of the building, where the air turned damp and chilly, with moss-slick walls. Kade thrust me into a small, dark cell with a rusty grate for a door. He unshackled my wrists, and I
Zoe POVThe odor of blood was everywhere, smelling accordingly. It was thick and suffocating I almost choked, settling in the air, on my skin, and on the tored remnants of my battle wears. The agonizing and painful cries of my packmates sounds through the burning village, their suffering hitting me like a dagger. This wasn’t a mere damage; it was a slaughter.I held my grip on my dagger, my hands dripping with blood some of it mine, some not mine. My body was soaked and injured, but I had no time to dwell on the pain,not now. My heart raced so fast as I surveyed the spoiles surrounding me. My people were falling rapidly and dangerously. The warriors I had trained with, the elders who had offered wisdom to us, the children who once played safely in our land all brutally killed like fowls.Then I spotted him.Lucien.My uncle stood at the edge of the battlefield, his silver hair shinning in the moonlight, wearing a cold, mocking smirk all over. Anger and disbelief twisted in my stomach
Zoe’s POV As I lay on the cold, wet ground, the world began fading in and out of focus. My mind was clouded by blood loss and the damages of recent events, struggling to accept reality reality, but my thoughts slip away like grains of sand. What was happening?A low growl was Heard through the clearing, sharp and threatening. Damon’s wolf ran over me, his golden eyes narrowing as they assessed my battered and weak state. My heart raced violently, so fast in my chest as I tried to summon the energy to sit up. I couldn’t reveal my weakness. Not now,not ever.But I was weak. My body betrayed me as I felt the poison from my wounds coursing beneath my skin, my vision blurry once more.Damon’s wolf stepped closer, the ground shaking beneath him. His gaze remained fixed on me, radiating the aura of a being who was fully aware of his power, who felt untouchable in this world. I had never felt so small, so vulnerable and helpless.I willed myself to speak, my voice barely a whisper, “W-What
Zoe’s POV As I followed Damon through the dark forest, every step felt agonizing with pain and maybe regrets. My body throbbed with pain, my wounds protesting calling for help, but I gritted my teeth and kept moving without fuse. Weakness was a luxury I couldn't afford not here not now, not in the ruthless territory of the Nightfang Pack.The air thickened as we walked, the trees moving overhead, casting shadows that covered us. I sensed eyes on me dozens of them. Hidden wolves watched from the darkness, patiently stalking, waiting for command. The scent of power and dominance hung heavily in the air, oppressive and stifling. I had stepped directly into the lair of monsters, home of monsters actually.And their Alpha was guiding me towards my fate.Nightfang’s packhouse stood ahead, looking like a fortress dark, foreboding, massive. My stomach twisted with anxiety. My father’s pack had been formidable, but nothing compared to this one.“Alpha.”A man emerged from the shadows as we re
Zoe’s POV Pain became my constant companion day by day.The moment I regained consciousness, sore and battered in my whole body, two enforcers dragged me from the cold, dim servant quarters. Their grips on my arms felt like iron, lifting me to my feet before I could even gather my thoughts and strength.“Time to show your worth, stray,” one of them said mockingly as he dragged me forward.I stumbled and fell, the world briefly blurring from exhaustion. Every part of my body throbbed from the severe beating I'd endured the day before, but rest was a luxury I couldn't afford. Not now.Sienna awaited me in the training grounds, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on her face."Look who’s still alive," she said, shaking her head. "I thought you’d sneak away in the night."I remained silent any response seemed pointless.Her smile widened. "Not talking, huh? Good. Let’s see how long that lasts."Thrown Into the ChaosThe warriors of the Nightfang Pack were merciless. They trained with an intens
As the wolf’s howl diminished, Damon’s voice sliced through the pandemonium. “Stand down!” he commanded, causing the attacking beast to halt, snarling yet compliant. I pressed my hands against the wound in my chest, blood slipping through my fingers where Sienna had clawed me. Kade retreated with his sword still drawn, while Sienna shot a furious glare my way. Damon’s cold golden gaze locked onto me. “She’s mine,” he declared with finality. “Take her.”Before I could argue, Kade seized my chains and yanked me upright. My legs trembled, the venom still seething in my veins, but he was indifferent. He dragged me toward the packhouse, Sienna stalking closely behind, her claws clicking on the ground. The outpost flashed by towers, torches, wolves watching us and soon we descended a stone staircase into the depths of the building, where the air turned damp and chilly, with moss-slick walls. Kade thrust me into a small, dark cell with a rusty grate for a door. He unshackled my wrists, and I
The camp descended into chaos as arrows shot through the air, taking down rogues effortlessly. I was on the altar, my wrists bleeding from thorny vines, and my head spun from Kain's potion. His blood dripped from the arrow lodged in his shoulder, warm and sticky, while his furious voice reverberated in my mind “You’re mine now!” But he had no chance to assert his claim. Shadows rushed from the trees, swift and deadly, their blades glinting in the firelight. Nightfang scouts. I recognized their precise, disciplined movements even with my mind clouded.Kain snarled and yanked the arrow from his shoulder, but the scouts were already upon him. I rolled off the altar, hitting the wet ground hard, mud splattering into my wounds. Pain coursed through me, but I crawled away, panicked. A rogue lunged at me, claws outstretched, only to be struck down by an arrow to the throat. He collapsed beside me, convulsing, and I scrambled back, heart racing. The scouts were not here to save me they were h
I trembled in the pit, mud smeared across my skin, the chill sinking into my bones. The scratch on my cheek burned, blood dripping into the muck below, but that was nothing compared to the agony in my leg. The venom from the rogue's bite throbbed through me, fiery and brutal, making my entire body shake. Above me, Kain loomed like a twisted monarch, his scarred visage illuminated by the flickering flames. His threat echoed in my mind "Serve me, or I’ll let them have you." The rotting meat he’d discarded lay beside me, its stench turning my stomach. I longed to scream, to fight my way out, but I was barely able to move.His rogues circled the pit, their eyes sparkling with hunger. I glared up at Kain, my chest rising and falling heavily. "I’d rather die," I spat, my voice hoarse but unwavering. Each word sent pain tearing through me, but I refused to submit. Not now. Not ever.Kain let out a low, cruel laugh that sliced through the night. "A defiant little thing, aren’t you?" he said,
I stumbled forward, my legs shaking as the forest covered me. The Nightfang Pack had expelled me, Sienna’s mocking laughter echoing in my ears as the gates slammed shut behind me. My body protested every cut, bruise, and aching muscle begged me to stop,begged me to rest,but how would I rest when I'm in danger. But I couldn’t. Not here. Not now. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and an undeniable danger. My chest heaved as I struggled to breathe, my blood-soaked clothes clinging to my skin like a second layer of despair.The darkness surrounded me, oppressive and alive. Then I heard a low snarl breaking the stillness. My heart raced. I turned, eyes wide, scanning the shadows. More growls joined the first, growing louder and closer. Shapes flitted between the trees, thin and sharp, like skeletal figures cloaked in fur. Rogues. These weren’t the organized foes I had faced before, but feral ones wild, starving, with eyes glowing madly that twisted my stomach with something un
Zoe’s POV Pain shadowed me.By dawn, my body was nothing but bruises and weary limbs. The servant quarters were already vacant when I forced myself upright, every inch of me aching from the previous day’s abuse.The Nightfang Pack had no notion of rest. And for a stray like me, mercy was non-existent.I stumbled to the kitchen, my head swimming, my stomach empty. I hadn’t eaten properly for days. Even the Omegas those ranked below the warriors refused to acknowledge my presence,like I was a pig actually.I was invisible to them all.And they intended to keep it that way.The morning was unforgiving.Sienna ensured I received the worst tasks scrubbing floors until my fingers bled, carrying heavy sacks that made my bruised ribs scream in protest, fetching water repeatedly as if she relished seeing my struggle.Then came breakfast.The Omegas gathered around a long wooden table, plates piled high, their laughter ringing in the warm kitchen. The aroma of fresh bread and roasted meat made
Zoe’s POV Pain became my constant companion day by day.The moment I regained consciousness, sore and battered in my whole body, two enforcers dragged me from the cold, dim servant quarters. Their grips on my arms felt like iron, lifting me to my feet before I could even gather my thoughts and strength.“Time to show your worth, stray,” one of them said mockingly as he dragged me forward.I stumbled and fell, the world briefly blurring from exhaustion. Every part of my body throbbed from the severe beating I'd endured the day before, but rest was a luxury I couldn't afford. Not now.Sienna awaited me in the training grounds, arms crossed, a knowing smirk on her face."Look who’s still alive," she said, shaking her head. "I thought you’d sneak away in the night."I remained silent any response seemed pointless.Her smile widened. "Not talking, huh? Good. Let’s see how long that lasts."Thrown Into the ChaosThe warriors of the Nightfang Pack were merciless. They trained with an intens
Zoe’s POV As I followed Damon through the dark forest, every step felt agonizing with pain and maybe regrets. My body throbbed with pain, my wounds protesting calling for help, but I gritted my teeth and kept moving without fuse. Weakness was a luxury I couldn't afford not here not now, not in the ruthless territory of the Nightfang Pack.The air thickened as we walked, the trees moving overhead, casting shadows that covered us. I sensed eyes on me dozens of them. Hidden wolves watched from the darkness, patiently stalking, waiting for command. The scent of power and dominance hung heavily in the air, oppressive and stifling. I had stepped directly into the lair of monsters, home of monsters actually.And their Alpha was guiding me towards my fate.Nightfang’s packhouse stood ahead, looking like a fortress dark, foreboding, massive. My stomach twisted with anxiety. My father’s pack had been formidable, but nothing compared to this one.“Alpha.”A man emerged from the shadows as we re
Zoe’s POV As I lay on the cold, wet ground, the world began fading in and out of focus. My mind was clouded by blood loss and the damages of recent events, struggling to accept reality reality, but my thoughts slip away like grains of sand. What was happening?A low growl was Heard through the clearing, sharp and threatening. Damon’s wolf ran over me, his golden eyes narrowing as they assessed my battered and weak state. My heart raced violently, so fast in my chest as I tried to summon the energy to sit up. I couldn’t reveal my weakness. Not now,not ever.But I was weak. My body betrayed me as I felt the poison from my wounds coursing beneath my skin, my vision blurry once more.Damon’s wolf stepped closer, the ground shaking beneath him. His gaze remained fixed on me, radiating the aura of a being who was fully aware of his power, who felt untouchable in this world. I had never felt so small, so vulnerable and helpless.I willed myself to speak, my voice barely a whisper, “W-What
Zoe POVThe odor of blood was everywhere, smelling accordingly. It was thick and suffocating I almost choked, settling in the air, on my skin, and on the tored remnants of my battle wears. The agonizing and painful cries of my packmates sounds through the burning village, their suffering hitting me like a dagger. This wasn’t a mere damage; it was a slaughter.I held my grip on my dagger, my hands dripping with blood some of it mine, some not mine. My body was soaked and injured, but I had no time to dwell on the pain,not now. My heart raced so fast as I surveyed the spoiles surrounding me. My people were falling rapidly and dangerously. The warriors I had trained with, the elders who had offered wisdom to us, the children who once played safely in our land all brutally killed like fowls.Then I spotted him.Lucien.My uncle stood at the edge of the battlefield, his silver hair shinning in the moonlight, wearing a cold, mocking smirk all over. Anger and disbelief twisted in my stomach